Chapter 186: Luke
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Her ass looked so fucking perfect lying over the couch. I wanted to spread her legs farther apart and sink into the pink folds of her pussy. I didn't know if it was her skin tone, her East Indian nationality, or both that made the lips of her pussy rosier than any woman I'd ever seen. But fuck it turned me on.
Damian had acquainted me with a pair of subs after Machala left me. They came as a team; Lilly and Lacy, if you can believe it, and no they weren't sisters. I kept them for two weeks working them over hard trying to wash Machala out of my system. It was funny because they might be perfect for another sadist, but they barely took the edge off my need. They both had fair skin and blonde hair, but even their pussies didn't come close to the cherry blush of Machala's. It was easy to let them go and hard to spend the long months thinking of all the mistakes I made with Machala.
I brought my focus back to the precise one-inch spacing I desired on her ass. I finished the first round on each thigh and cheek. Taking a break, I leaned over the couch peering at her face-eyes closed, tears and saliva wetting her cheeks. Fucking sexy as all hell.
I leaned in closer. "Girl."
Her eyes opened and she gazed at me through wet lashes. Perfect. I didn't kid myself by thinking the fight was totally out of her system, but I noticed the soft edge of submission. Or at least Machala's idea of submission.
Before continuing the punishment, I assured myself she was okay. "Are you having any difficulty breathing?" She shook her head. "Are your legs and feet getting circulation?" This time she nodded.
Over a couch was tricky, and yes, I wanted to hurt her, but I didn't want to make her pass out because of pressure on her diaphragm. On only two occasions had she used her safeword during our time together. I worried about her with another sadistic Dom. Would he know how to push her limits and not cause irreparable harm? She was so tough on the outside, but looks were deceiving. Machala was wrapped so tight most men would never see below the surface.
I rubbed her ass cheeks feeling the warm, silky skin decorated with swollen ridges made with my sticks. A friend of mine preferred male subs because of the amount of pain their bodies could take but he'd never played with Machala. I wanted to be the one to give her all the pain she could take and sometimes, like tonight, a little extra.
With a last hard rub that had her squirming, I continued designing her ass to the red plaid of my fantasy. Bruises would only add to the beauty. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be around to see the full effect when they changed colors over the next few days. Fuck but I wanted to.
"Last one."
A loud groan left her throat as the strike landed. I took a moment to admire my work before lifting her shaky body up from the couch and kissing her tear-stained cheek. "I'm still angry with you, but I'm proud of how well you took the first part of your punishment."
A quick spark of fire flashed in her eyes and I laughed before kissing her temple. I pushed on her shoulder and she went to her knees looking up at me with something I couldn't decipher. More tears welled in her eyes. I pulled her head in so she rested against the front of my jeans, leaning into my hard cock.
I ran my fingers through her hair and lowered my voice. "Never allow another Dom here to your home. Use a hotel and meet first in a safe location with people around. If not, I swear I'll find out and you won't sit down for a month. I want you thinking of my warning every time you sit in your office chair this week."
She nodded her head, rubbing it against my cock. I was finally satisfied that I'd made my point. "Is the butt plug uncomfortable?"
She nodded again, completely relaxed against me.
I lifted my bag before taking her arm and helping her up. Guiding her around the couch, I gave a small nudge so she would sit, which brought the spark back into her eyes. Sitting would irritate her inflamed ass and push on the plug. Perfect for me, painful for her.
Reaching forward, I pinched and twisted her nipple, enjoying her flinch. "I've always loved these." I tweaked the other nipple.
Moving the coffee table back, I assured that we had room. I toed off my shoes, getting comfortable for what was to come. Not that my feet were the problem at this point. But I wanted that special ache in my cock to last a little longer. I leaned down and took my favorite clamps from a side pocket of my toy bag. These hurt, and she recognized them immediately. My lovely submissive held still and only sucked in a few quick breaths when I secured the sharp-teethed clamps.
She hated to drool, but I found it a turn on, so I left the gag in her mouth for now. I wiped a line of saliva from her chin and took it to her nipple, playing with her flesh within the clamps. "Spread your legs." I repeated the process, this time rubbing the saliva between her thighs. She was already wet and didn't need added lubricant, but it pleased me. Making my fuck toy uncomfortable always pleased me.
She was swollen and ready to be fucked. The little peak of her clit hardened farther as I delved through the warm folds of her cunt. "Lie back," I couldn't resist admiring her beautiful pussy. I'd seen many in my life, but no other woman's compared. It was her treasure. Corny, but the most apt description I could think of. Machala Winters was also my treasure and her pussy the most seductive jewel on earth. It was her brain that drove me mad. It was like a diamond-cold, secretive, unwilling to give absolute submission. Something held her back and because I pushed, that something had torn us apart. She went against everything I was normally drawn to but maybe that's why I couldn't get over her.
God, I loved her, but I wanted it all-the deep dark secrets that would bring complete and total submission. I needed to unlock the pieces that drove her to request a stranger tonight.
I sat down beside her, pushed her back, and hiked one of her legs onto the back of the couch. I scooted her other knee over the side so her foot hit the floor. I moved a bit so I was between her legs. I'd thought about piercing her pussy many times. Leaning in, I trailed my finger through her warm lips beginning at the plug in her ass. "Don't move at all. This isn't for you."
She groaned and I smiled. "You shaved tonight before I came."
"Hmmm."
I laughed. "I've always liked you smooth and soft. I smell you too. I smelled your pussy when I walked into your office today."
"Em uh."
"Yes, I did. When you stayed with me I memorized the scent and I'll never forget it." I pinched the hood of her clit and her ass came off the couch. "Naughty girl." I pulled on the plug, stretching her uncomfortably before pushing it back in. She remained still after that. I reached to the couch armrest and picked up the dreadlocks.
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